The Monitions Of The Unseen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There are who give themselves to work for men	A
To raise the lost to gather orphaned babes	B
And teach them pitying of their mean estate	C
To feel for misery and to look on crime	D
With ruth till they forget that they themselves	E
Are of the race themselves among the crowd	F
Under the sentence and outside the gate	C
And of the family and in the doom	G
Cold is the world they feel how cold it is	H
And wish that they could warm it Hard is life	I
For some They would that they could soften it	J
And in the doing of their work they sigh	K
As if it was their choice and not their lot	L
And in the raising of their prayer to God	M
They crave his kindness for the world he made	N
Till they at last forget that he not they	O
Is the true lover of man	P
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Now in an ancient town that had sunk low	Q
Trade having drifted from it while there stayed	N
Too many that it erst had fed behind	R
There walked a curate once at early day	O
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It was the summer time but summer air	S
Came never in its sweetness down that dark	T
And crowded alley never reached the door	U
Whereat he stopped the sordid shattered door	U
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He paused and looking right and left beheld	O
Dirt and decay the lowering tenements	V
That leaned toward each other broken panes	W
Bulging with rags and grim with old neglect	O
And reeking hills of formless refuse heaped	O
To fade and fester in a stagnant air	S
But he thought nothing of it he had learned	O
To take all wretchedness for granted he	X
Reared in a stainless home and radiant yet	O
With the clear hues of healthful English youth	Y
Had learned to kneel by beds forlorn and stoop	Z
Under foul lintels He could touch with hand	O
Unshrinking fevered fingers he could hear	A2
The language of the lost in haunt and den	A
So dismal that the coldest passer by	K
Must needs be sorry for them and albeit	O
They cursed would dare to speak no harder words	B2
Than these God help them	C2
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Ay a learned man	P
The curate in all woes that plague mankind	O
Too learned for he was but young His heart	O
Had yearned till it was overstrained and now	D2
He plunged into a narrow slough unblest	O
Had struggled with its deadly waters till	E2
His own head had gone under and he took	F2
Small joy in work he could not look to aid	O
Its cleansing	G2
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Yet by one right tender tie	O
Hope held him yet The fathers coarse and dull	H2
Vile mothers hard and boys and girls profane	I2
His soul drew back from He had worked for them	C2
Work without joy but in his heart of hearts	J2
He loved the little children and whene'er	A2
He heard their prattle innocent and heard	O
Their tender voices lisping sacred words	B2
That he had taught them in the cleanly calm	K2
Of decent school by decent matron held	O
Then would he say I shall have pleasure yet	O
In these	L2
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But now when he pushed back that door	A2
And mounted up a flight of ruined stairs	M2
He said not that He said Oh once I thought	O
The little children would make bright for me	X
The crown they wear who have won many souls	N2
For righteousness but oh this evil place	O2
Hard lines it gives them cold and dirt abhorred	O
Hunger and nakedness in lieu of love	P2
And blows instead of care	A2
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And so they die	O
The little children that I love they die They	O
turn their wistful faces to the wall	Q2
And slip away to God	O
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With that his hand	O
He laid upon a latch and lifted it	O
Looked in full quietly and entered straight	O
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What saw he there He saw a three years child	O
That lay a dying on a wisp of straw	A2
Swept up into a corner O'er its brow	A2
The damps of death were gathering all alone	R2
Uncared for save that by its side was set	O
A cup it waited And the eyes had ceased	O
To look on things at hand He thought they gazed	O
In wistful wonder or some faint surmise	S2
Of coming change as though they saw the gate	O
Of that fair land that seems to most of us	T2
Very far off	U2
When he beheld the look	F2
He said I knew I knew how this would be	X
Another Ay and but for drunken blows	V2
And dull forgetfulness of infant need	O
This little one had lived And thereupon	W2
The misery of it wrought upon him so	Q
That unaware he wept Oh then it was	X2
That in the bending of his manly head	O
It came between the child and that whereon	W2
He gazed and when the curate glanced again	W2
Those dying eyes drawn back to earth once more	A2
Looked up into his own and smiled	O
He drew	A2
More near and kneeled beside the small frail thing	G2
Because the lips were moving and it raised	O
Its baby hand and stroked away his tears	M2
And whispered Master master and so died	O
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Now in that town there was an ancient church	Y2
A minster of old days which these had turned	O
To parish uses there the curate served	O
It stood within a quiet swarded Close	Z2
Sunny and still and though it was not far	A2
From those dark courts where poor humanity	X
Struggled and swarmed it seemed to wear its own	W2
Still atmosphere about it and to hold	O
That old world calm within its precincts pure	A2
And that grave rest which modern life foregoes	Z2
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When the sad curate rising from his knees	Z2
Looked from the dead to heaven as unaware	A2
Men do when they would track departed life He	X
heard the deep tone of the minster bell	A3
Sounding for service and he turned away	O
So heavy at heart that when he left behind	O
That dismal habitation and came out	O
In the clear sunshine of the minster yard	O
He never marked it Up the aisle he moved	O
With his own gloom about him then came forth	B3
And read before the folk grand words and calm Words	Z2
full of hope but into his dull heart	O
Hope came not As one talketh in a dream	C3
And doth not mark the sense of his own words	Z2
He read and as one walketh in a dream	C3
He after walked toward the vestment room	G
And never marked the way he went by no	W2
Nor the gray verger that before him stood	O
The great church keys depending from his hand	O
Ready to follow him out and lock the door	A2
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At length aroused to present things but not	O
Content to break the sequence of his thought	O
Nor ready for the working day that held	O
Its busy course without he said Good friend	O
Leave me the keys I would remain a while	D3
And when the verger gave he moved with him	E3
Toward the door distraught then shut him out	O
And locked himself within the church alone	W2
The minster church was like a great brown cave	F3
Fluted and fine with pillars and all dim	E3
With glorious gloom but as the curate turned	O
Suddenly shone the sun and roof and walls	Z2
Also the clustering shafts from end to end	O
Were thickly sown all over as it were	A2
With seedling rainbows And it went and came	G3
And went that sunny beam and drifted up	H3
Ethereal bloom to flush the open wings	Z2
And carven cheeks of dimpled cherubim	G3
And dropped upon the curate as he passed	O
And covered his white raiment and his hair	A2
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Then did look down upon him from their place	Z2
High in the upper lights grave mitred priests	Z2
And grand old monarchs in their flowered gowns	Z2
And capes of miniver and therewithal	D3
A veiling cloud gone by the naked sun	W2
Smote with his burning splendor all the pile	D3
And in there rushed through half translucent panes	Z2
A sombre glory as of rusted gold	O
Deep ruby stains and tender blue and green	W2
That made the floor a beauty and delight	O
Strewed as with phantom blossoms sweet enough	I3
To have been wafted there the day they dropt	O
On the flower beds in heaven	W2
The curate passed	O
Adown the long south aisle and did not think	J3
Upon this beauty nor that he himself	K3
Excellent in the strength of youth and fair	A2
With all the majesty that noble work	L3
And stainless manners give did add his part	O
To make it fairer	A2
In among the knights	Z2
That lay with hands uplifted by the lute	O
And palm of many a saint 'neath capitals	Z2
Whereon our fathers had been bold to carve	M3
With earthly tools their ancient childlike dream	G3
Concerning heavenly fruit and living bowers	Z2
And glad full throated birds that sing up there	A2
Among the branches of the tree of life	I
Through all the ordered forest of the shafts	Z2
Shooting on high to enter into light	O
That swam aloft he took his silent way	O
And in the southern transept sat him down	W2
Covered his face and thought	O
He said No pain	W2
No passion and no aching heart o' mine	W2
Doth stir within thee Oh I would there did	O
Thou art so dull so tired I have lost	O
I know not what I see the heavens as lead	O
They tend no whither Ah the world is bared	O
Of her enchantment now she is but earth	N3
And water And though much hath passed away	O
There may be more to go I may forget	O
The joy and fear that have been there may live	O3
No more for me the fervency of hope	P3
Nor the arrest of wonder	A2
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Once I said	O
'Content will wait on work though work appear	A2
Unfruitful ' Now I say 'Where is the good	O
What is the good A lamp when it is lit	O
Must needs give light but I am like a man	W2
Holding his lamp in some deserted place	Z2
Where no foot passeth Must I trim my lamp	Q3
And ever painfully toil to keep it bright	O
When use for it is none I must I will	D3
Though God withhold my wages I must work	L3
And watch the bringing of my work to nought	O
Weed in the vineyard through the heat o' the day	O
And overtasked behold the weedy place	Z2
Grow ranker yet in spite of me	G3
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Oh yet	O
My meditated words are trodden down	W2
Like a little wayside grass Castaway shells	Z2
Lifted and tossed aside by a plunging wave	F3
Have no more force against it than have I	O
Against the sweeping weltering wave of life	I
That lifting and dislodging me drives on	W2
And notes not mine endeavor	A2
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Afterward	O
He added more words like to these to wit	O
That it was hard to see the world so sad	O
He would that it were happier It was hard	O
To see the blameless overborne and hard	O
To know that God who loves the world should yet	O
Let it lie down in sorrow when a smile	D3
From him would make it laugh and sing a word	O
From him transform it to a heaven He said	O
Moreover When will this be done My life	I
Hath not yet reached the noon and I am tired	O
And oh it may be that uncomforted	O
By foolish hope of doing good and vain	W2
Conceit of being useful I may live	O3
And it may be my duty to go on	W2
Working for years and years for years and years	Z2
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But while the words were uttered in his heart	O
There dawned a vague alarm He was aware	A2
That somewhat touched him and he lifted up	H3
His face I am alone the curate said	O
I think I am alone What is it then	W2
I am ashamed My raiment is not clean	W2
My lips I am afraid they are not clean	W2
My heart is darkened and unclean Ah me	G3
To be a man and yet to tremble so	W2
Strange strange	R3
And there was sitting at his feet	O
He could not see it plainly at his feet	O
A very little child And while the blood	O
Drave to his heart he set his eye on it	O
Gazing and lo the loveliness from heaven	W2
Took clearer form and color He beheld	O
The strange wise sweetness of a dimpled mouth	S3
The deep serene of eyes at home with bliss	Z2
And perfect in possession So it spoke	T3
My master but he answered not a word	O
And it went on I had a name a name	G3
He knew my name but here they can forget	O
The curate answered Nay I know thee well	D3
I love thee Wherefore art thou come It said	O
They sent me and he faltered Fold thy hand	O
O most dear little one for on it gleams	Z2
A gem that is so bright I cannot look	F2
Thereon It said When I did leave this world	O
That was a tear But that was long ago	W2
For I have lived among the happy folk	T3
You wot of ages ages Then said he	G3
Do they forget us while beneath the palms	Z2
They take their infinite leisure And with eyes	Z2
That seemed to muse upon him looking up	H3
In peace the little child made answer Nay	O
And murmured in the language that he loved	O
How is it that his hair is not yet white	O
For I and all the others have been long	U3
Waiting for him to come	G3
And was it long	U3
The curate answered pondering Time being done	W2
Shall life indeed expand and give the sense	Z2
In our to come of infinite extension	W2
Then said the child In heaven we children talk	V3
Of the great matters and our lips are wise	Z2
But here I can but talk with thee in words	Z2
That here I knew And therewithal arisen	W2
It said I pray you take me in your arms	Z2
Then being afraid but willing so he did	O
And partly drew about the radiant child	O
For better covering its dread purity	G3
The foldings of his gown And he beheld	G3
Its beauty and the tremulous woven light	G3
That hung upon its hair withal the robe	W3
Whiter than fuller of this world can white	G3
That clothed its immortality And so	W2
The trembling came again and he was dumb	G3
Repenting his uncleanness and he lift	G3
His eyes and all the holy place was full	D3
Of living things and some were faint and dim	G3
As if they bore an intermittent life	I
Waxing and waning and they had no form	G3
But drifted on like slowly trail d clouds	Z2
Or moving spots of darkness with an eye	O
Apiece And some in guise of evil birds	Z2
Came by in troops and stretched their naked necks	Z2
And some were men like but their heads hung down	W2
And he said O my God let me find grace	Z2
Not to behold their faces for I know	W2
They must be wicked and right terrible	D3
But while he prayed lo whispers and there moved	G3
Two shadows on the wall He could not see	G3
The forms of them that cast them he could see	G3
Only the shadows as of two that sat	G3
Upon the floor where clad in women's weeds	Z2
They lisped together And he shuddered much	X3
There was a rustling near him and he feared	G3
Lest they should touch him and he feel their touch	X3
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It is not great quoth one the work achieved	G3
We do and we delight to do our best	G3
But that is little for my dear quoth she	G3
This tower and town have been infested long	U3
With angels Ay the other made reply	O
I had a little evil one of late	G3
That I picked up as it was crawling out	G3
O' the pit and took and cherished in my breast	G3
It would divine for me and oft would moan	W2
'Pray thee no churches ' and it spake of this	Z2
But I was harried once thou know'st by whom	G3
And fled in here and when he followed me	G3
I crouching by this pillar he let down	W2
His hand being all too proud to send his eyes	Z2
In its wake and plucking forth my tender imp	Y3
Flung it behind him It went yelping forth	B3
And as for me I never saw it more	A2
Much is against us very much the times	Z2
Are hard She paused her fellow took the word	G3
Plaining on such as preach and them that plead	G3
Even such as haunt the yawning mouths of hell	D3
Quoth she and pluck them back that run thereto	G3
Then like a sudden blow there fell on him	G3
The utterance of his name There is no soul	D3
That I loathe more and oftener curse Woe's me	G3
That cursing should be vain Ay he will go	W2
Gather the sucking children that are yet	G3
Too young for us and watch and shelter them	G3
Till the strong Angels pitiless and stern	W2
But to them loving ever sweep them in	W2
By armsful to the unapproachable fold	G3
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We strew his path with gold it will not lie	O
'Deal softly with him ' was the master's word	G3
We brought him all delights his angel came	G3
And stood between them and his eyes They spend	G3
Much pains upon him keep him poor and low	W2
And unbeloved and thus he gives his mind	G3
To fill the fateful the impregnable	D3
Child fold and sow on earth the seed of stars	Z2
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Oh hard is serving against love the love	P2
Of the Unspeakable for if we soil	D3
The souls He openeth out a washing place	Z2
And if we grudge and snatch away the bread	G3
Then will He save by poverty and gain	W2
By early giving up of blameless life	I
And if we shed out gold He even will save	F3
In spite of gold of twice refin d gold	G3
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With that the curate set his daunted eyes	Z2
To look upon the shadows of the fiends	Z2
He was made sure they could not see the child	G3
That nestled in his arms he also knew	A2
They were unconscious that his mortal ears	Z2
Had new intelligence which gave their speech	Z3
Possible entrance through his garb of clay	O
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He was afraid yet awful gladness reached	G3
His soul the testimony of the lost	G3
Upbraided him but while he trembled yet	G3
The heavenly child had lifted up its head	G3
And left his arms and on the marble floor	A2
Stood beckoning	G2
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And its touch withdrawn the place	Z2
Was silent empty all that swarming tribe	A4
Of evil ones concealed behind the veil	D3
And shut into their separate world were closed	G3
From his observance He arose and paced	G3
After the little child as half in fear	A2
That it would leave him till they reached a door	A2
And then said he but much distraught he spoke	T3
Laying his hand across the lock This door	A2
Shuts in the stairs whereby men mount the tower	A2
Wouldst thou go up and so withdraw to heaven	W2
It answered I will mount them Then said he	G3
And I will follow So thou shalt do well	D3
The radiant thing replied and it went up	H3
And he amazed went after for the stairs	Z2
Otherwhile dark were lightened by the rays	Z2
Shed out of raiment woven in high heaven	W2
And hair whereon had smiled the light of God	G3
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With that they pacing on came out at last	G3
Into a dim weird place a chamber formed	G3
Betwixt the roofs for you shall know that all	D3
The vaulting of the nave fretted and fine	W2
Was covered with the dust of ages laid	G3
Thick with those chips of stone which they had left	G3
Who wrought it but a high pitched roof was reared	G3
Above it and the western gable pierced	G3
With three long narrow lights Great tie beams loomed	G3
Across and many daws frequented there	A2
The starling and the sparrow littered it	G3
With straw and peeped from many a shady nook	F2
And there was lifting up of wings and there	A2
Was hasty exit when the curate came	G3
But sitting on a beam and moving not	G3
For him he saw two fair gray turtle doves	Z2
Bowing their heads and cooing and the child	G3
Put forth a hand to touch his own but straight	G3
He startled drew it back because forsooth	B3
A stirring fancy smote him and he thought	G3
That language trembled on their innocent tongues	Z2
And floated forth in speech that man could hear	A2
Then said the child Yet touch my master dear	A2
And he let down his hand and touched again	W2
And so it was But if they had their way	O
One turtle cooed how should this world go on	W2
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Then he looked well upon them as he stood	G3
Upright before them They were feathered doves	Z2
And sitting close together and their eyes	Z2
Were rounded with the rim that marks their kind	G3
Their tender crimson feet did pat the beam	G3
No phantoms they and soon the fellow dove	P2
Made answer Nay they count themselves so wise	Z2
There is no task they shall be set to do	A2
But they will ask God why What mean they so	W2
The glory is not in the task but in	W2
The doing it for Him What should he think	J3
Brother this man that must forsooth be set	G3
Such noble work and suffered to behold	G3
Its fruit if he knew more of us and ours	Z2
With that the other leaned as if attent	G3
I am not perfect brother in his thought	G3
The mystic bird replied Brother he saith	B3
'But it is nought the work is overhard '	-
Whose fault is that God sets not overwork	L3
He saith the world is sorrowful and he	G3
Is therefore sorrowful He cannot set	G3
The crooked straight but who demands of him	G3
O brother that he should What thinks he then	W2
His work is God's advantage and his will	D3
More bent to aid the world than its dread Lord's	Z2
Nay yet there live amongst us legions fair	A2
Millions on millions who could do right well	D3
What he must fail in and 'twas whispered me	G3
That chiefly for himself the task is given	W2
His little daily task With that he paused	G3
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Then said the other preening its fair wing	G2
Men have discovered all God's islands now	W2
And given them names whereof they are as proud	G3
And deem themselves as great as if their hands	Z2
Had made them Strange is man and strange his pride	G3
Now as for us it matters not to learn	W2
What and from whence we be How should we tell	D3
Our world is undiscovered in these skies	Z2
Our names not whispered Yet for us and ours	Z2
What joy it is permission to come down	W2
Not souls as he to the bosom of their God	G3
To guide but to their goal the winged fowls	Z2
His lovely lower fashioned lives to help	B4
To take their forms by legions fly and draw	A2
With us the sweet obedient flocking things	Z2
That ever hear our message reverently	G3
And follow us far How should they know their way	O
Forsooth alone Men say they fly alone	W2
Yet some have set on record and averred	G3
That they among the flocks had duly marked	G3
A leader	A2
Then his fellow made reply	O
They might divine the Maker's heart Come forth	B3
Fair dove to find the flocks and guide their wings	Z2
For Him that loveth them	G3
With that the child	G3
Withdrew his hand and all their speech was done	W2
He moved toward them but they fluttered forth	B3
And fled into the sunshine	W2
I would fain	W2
Said he have heard some more And wilt thou go	W2
He added to the child for this had turned	G3
Ay quoth he gently to the beggar's place	Z2
For I would see the beggar in the porch	C4
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So they went down together to the door	A2
Which when the curate opened lo without	G3
The beggar sat and he saluted him	G3
Good morrow master Wherefore art thou here	A2
The curate asked it is not service time	G3
And none will enter now to give thee alms	Z2
Then said the beggar I have hope at heart	G3
That I shall go to my poor house no more	A2
Art thou so sick that thou dost think to die	O
The curate said With that the beggar laughed	G3
And under his dim eyelids gathered tears	Z2
And he was all a tremble with a strange	R3
And moving exaltation Ay quoth he	G3
And set his face toward high heaven I think	J3
The blessing that I wait on must be near	A2
Then said the curate God be good to thee	G3
And straight the little child put forth his hand	G3
And touched him Master master hush	D4
You should not master speak so carelessly	G3
In this great presence	Z2
But the touch so wrought	G3
That lo the dazzled curate staggered back	E4
For dread effulgence from the beggar's eyes	Z2
Smote him and from the crippled limbs shot forth	B3
Terrible lights as pure long blades of fire	A2
Withdraw thy touch withdraw thy touch he cried	G3
Or else shall I be blinded Then the child	G3
Stood back from him and he sat down apart	G3
Recovering of his manhood and he heard	G3
The beggar and the child discourse of things	Z2
Dreadful for glory till his spirits came	G3
Anew and when the beggar looked on him	G3
He said If I offend not pray you tell	D3
Who and what are you I behold a face	Z2
Marred with old age sickness and poverty	G3
A cripple with a staff who long hath sat	G3
Begging and ofttimes moaning in the porch	C4
For pain and for the wind's inclemency	Z2
What are you Then the beggar made reply	O
I was a delegate a living power	A2
My work was bliss for seeds were in my hand	G3
To plant a new made world O happy work	L3
It grew and blossomed but my dwelling place	Z2
Was far remote from heaven I have not seen	W2
I knew no wish to enter there But lo	W2
There went forth rumors running out like rays	Z2
How some that were of power like even to mine	W2
Had made request to come and find a place	Z2
Within its walls And these were satisfied	G3
With promises and sent to this far world	G3
To take the weeds of your mortality	G3
And minister and suffer grief and pain	W2
And die like men Then were they gathered in	W2
They saw a face and were accounted kin	W2
To Whom thou knowest for he is kin to men	W2
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Then I did wait and oft at work I sang	F4
'To minister oh joy to minister '	-
And it being known a message came to me	G3
'Whether is best thou forest planter wise	Z2
To minister to others or that they	O
Should minister to thee ' Then on my face	Z2
Low lying I made answer 'It is best	G3
Most High to minister ' and thus came back	E4
The answer 'Choose not for thyself the best	G3
Go down and lo my poor shall minister	A2
Out of their poverty to thee shall learn	W2
Compassion by thy frailty and shall oft	G3
Turn back when speeding home from work to help	B4
Thee weak and crippled home My little ones	Z2
Thou shalt importune for their slender mite	G3
And pray and move them that they give it up	H3
For love of Me '	-
The curate answered him	G3
Art thou content O great one from afar	A2
If I may ask and not offend He said	G3
I am Behold I stand not all alone	W2
That I should think to do a perfect work	L3
I may not wish to give for I have heard	G3
'Tis best for me that I receive For me	G3
God is the only giver and His gift	G3
Is one With that the little child sighed out	G3
O master master I am out of heaven	W2
Since noonday and I hear them calling me	G3
If you be ready great one let us go	W2
Hark hark they call	D3
Then did the beggar lift	G3
His face to heaven and utter forth a cry	O
As of the pangs of death and every tree	G3
Moved as if shaken by a sudden wind	G3
He cried again and there came forth a hand	G3
From some invisible form which being laid	G3
A little moment on the curate's eyes	Z2
It dazzled him with light that brake from it	G3
So that he saw no more	A2
What shall I do	G3
The curate murmured when he came again	W2
To himself and looked about him This is strange	R3
My thoughts are all astray and yet methinks	Z2
A weight is taken from my heart Lo lo	W2
There lieth at my feet frail white and dead	G3
The sometime beggar He is happy now	W2
There was a child but he is gone and he	G3
Is also happy I am glad to think	J3
I am not bound to make the wrong go right	G3
But only to discover and to do	G3
With cheerful heart the work that God appoints	Z2
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With that he did compose with reverent care	A2
The dead continuing I will trust in Him	G3
THAT HE CAN HOLD HIS OWN and I will take	G4
His will above the work He sendeth me	G3
To be my chiefest good	G3
Then went he forth	B3
I shall die early thinking I am warned	G3
By this fair vision that I have not long	U3
To live Yet he lived on to good old age	H4
Ay he lives yet and he is working still	D3
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It may be there are many in like case	Z2
They give themselves and are in misery	G3
Because the gift is small and doth not make	G4
The world by so much better as they fain	W2
Would have it 'Tis a fault but as for us	Z2
Let us not blame them Maybe 'tis a fault	G3
More kindly looked on by The Majesty	G3
Than our best virtues are Why what are we	G3
What have we given and what have we desired	G3
To give the world	G3
There must be something wrong	U3
Look to it let us mend our ways Farewell	D3

Jean Ingelow

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